Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
UT,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.